Travelers Must Be Content.

More Can I Bear Than You Dare Execute.

Double, Double, Toil And Trouble; Fire Burn, And Cauldron Bubble!

Be Merry; You Have Cause, So Have We All, Of Joy; For Our Escape Is Much Beyond Our Loss . . . . Then Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies

Through Tattered Clothes Great Vices Do Appear; Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All. Plate Sin With Gold And The Strong Lance Of Justice Hurtless Breaks. Arm It In Rags, A Pigmy's Straw Does Pierce It.